Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.